Godzilla
(专辑: The Unholy Terror - 2010)
[Celph Titled:] What I
write in a
verse is like magic tricks, Copperfield Grab your chick, cop a
feel Cock the
Glock for real, give you some cop appeal Dynamite vest, na I
ain't stressing nothing With a
smiley face sticker on my detonator button Haters ask, "Is he bluffing or is he bugging?" I
don't know but I
don't fuck with weed with the
seed stuffing What I
blaze gets me oh so higher Burn more white widow smoke than an old folks home on fire I
make change cha ching I
can hang a
playground from a
charm you should see the
way my chain swings You got the
balls to diss? Won't have 'em afterwards 'Cause when I
rap, contenders get killed, after all my words I'm tired of all you rapping nerds trying to critique my shit Like I
ain't the
motherfucking master of the
baddest verbs Celph Titled and the
AOTP alliance will travel back in time Smack ya, have your baby teeth flying [Jus Allah:] I
am Rob Zombie, I
am the
Omni of dishonesty I'm a
prodigy, an atrocity Not a
lot of promise in me Positively not a
drop of modesty My philosophy is the
policy I
believe in nothing Try teaching a
beast peace and loving Juggling, my beliefs need readjusting My life was sticks and rocks Kick, punch, block It was not a
box of butterscotch and shuttlecocks I
have filled a
pot of mud, spilled a
lot of blood Watch the
drops drip and flood, hit the
top stud I
have crashed a
lot of waves, dug a
lot of graves Drunk a
lot of grapes, I
have fucked a
lot of babes I'm do not disturb, I
have punched a
lot of nerds Struck a
lot of curbs, I
have cut a
lot of curves You are none of the
above, push come to shove You're all mother fucking puppy loving country clubs [Apathy:] Y'all motherfuckers ain't running shit, y'all simply runaways I
walk the
surface of the
sun while you're rocking stunner shades I'm in Hell shoving flames while you're sweating summer days I'm the
son of Satan, son of Sam, sicker some'll say Got a
flow so cold that I
could blow the
sun away Even if I
kick a
free someone still gonna pay You could get blasted, body in a
funeral casket And cops searching for deoxyribonucleic acid Slay the
fascists, Pharaoh fans pray for classics Come through in Raiders jackets to make this magic I'm a
holy man, Voodoo priest, rebel that'll shoot police You wake up from this nightmare and change your little doodoo sheets Skeleton, crusher creature from the
cryo-chamber The
naughty, nasty, trashy microphone annihilator It's AP apparently you motherfuckers missed me Some dude tried to diss me, now that kid's history [Planetary:] Now this is a
misery, I
heard it needs company Who the
fuck else want to bleed in their Dungarees? Planetary man, the
evil rap Desert Eagle Clap all your people get ready for the
sequel Needle set to vinyl, now it's time for your final thought What's your last wish? You's a
minor fine in court Twenty five to life, rap electric chair Spit a
sicker syllable, nigga slash like the
slayers hit you Get the
picture, this a
Kodak moment Mo 'Yak flowing, pussy, bet your throwback on it I'mma break bread only if the
bread ain't stale Take young niggas to school, I
heard school like jail This is punishment government shit that you fucking with Esoteric, I
told him in "Swords Drawn" and "Dump the
Clip" Hear the
"Battle Cry" piling up the
dead solders Know to "Tear it Down", we get it down, the
blood runs colder [King Magnetic:] After drive-by, hop out the
wheel like caged hamsters Rage amped up, hammer time without the
stage dancers I
really doubt we're killing it the
same I'm Magic before retirement, illest in the
game Diligently aim at targets without the
Pizza Hut express shit Put 'em in a
long box like bread sticks Then dip marinara or garlic, Marijuanacaholic Carry arms like your sidekick, shoulder hold to drop kick Your show's supposed to be mosh pits; it's only known for obnoxious Knowingly holding most of them hostage Know I'm close to the
top ten, Coka Nostra and Rakim Roast the
most of the
Pac shit Overdose for the
profit Hold him over don't drop him, watch this Nonsense and don't slow up the
process Hate on my project, lay you unconscious Screaming on the
phone like you won a
radio contest [Vinnie Paz:] The
only fucking thing I
love is my long knife The
.45 cal click pow, put you on ice Before the
devil know you dead you should call Christ All I
hear is barking out of y'all, a
real dog bites If you wanna split the
tribe you should call Phife I'm the
real father of creation of God's life LeBron in the
beginning of the
game, yeah I
toss white Calm at the
beginning of the
pain, Dalai Lam-like Then I
put your fucking brain in a
strong vice Eat your liver over fava beans and some warm rice Y'all motherfuckers head cracked like I
toss dice Vinnie taking all your money like a
divorced wife